Page 45 of Grave Misgivings
Maybe Zeb isn’t the only person who’s changed.
CHAPTER 12
Zeb
I stareat Geo’s number, debating if I should call him or not.
In all the years since he left, Ineverpulled a stunt like this.
Mostly because I was convinced he wouldn’t even remember me, and even if hedidhave my number still, he’d take one look at it and ignore me because he was a big fucking rockstar and I was just part of his history.
Not his future.
But then I think about the phone call that started all this, and how he called me to apologize, and I reckon it’s probably the right thing to do. So we’re on the same page.
In a way, I guess it makes us even.
Sort of.
The phone rings once, before he picks up.
“Rough night?” His voice is edged in sarcasm and humor.
“I’ve had worse.” I don’t hide the sarcasm in my own voice.
“Is this how you became the Master of Hangovers?” he asks, and I hear a lot of crashing and thuds in the background.
Wherever he is, it’s noisy as hell.
“Honestly, I’m usually pretty good at holding my liquor, really.” I laugh.
“Yeah, sure, isn’t that what they all say?” Geo’s voice is light, energetic.
“I’m serious!” I defend my honor nobly.
“How many martinis was that again? I need to know for scientific purposes.”
I shake my head, pinching the bridge of my nose, sighing deeply.
“For scientific purposes? Three.” I reach for my coffee as I settle on my couch, turning on my laptop.
“Noted,” he says as the background sound dies down, and I hear a door shut.
“Where are you?” I ask, curious.
“Sound check. Our tour kicks off tonight.”
I blink, reality hitting me. That means...
“When, uh, when are you headed home?” I ask.
“I’ll be in on the twentieth. Three weeks from today.”
There is a pause before he starts to speak, then stops. I can hear the hesitation in his voice, and immediately, panic floods me.
“Everything okay?” I ask cautiously.
“Yeah. I’m fine, just... never mind.”
